Pensacola: The Love of My Life

beachFor whatever we lose (Like a you or a me)

It’s always ourselves we find

In the sea.

E. E. Cummings


The first time I went to Pensacola, Florida, I fell in love.

I fell in love with the emerald water and its white sandy beaches.

I fell in love with the seashells, dolphins, and warm breeze.

I fell in love with the fresh seafood, the carefree people, and the bright-as-life villas.

The sand between my toes.

The Blue Angels flying overhead.

The mind-blowing view of water so vast that it makes my head spin trying to understand it.

I’ve visited Pensacola an uncountable amount of times, and no matter how many times I stare at that view, it takes my breath away.

Just takes it away.

I’m instantly inspired to be a better person and work harder when I’m there.

I become motivated to do things I never thought I could do. Exhibit A: Curiouser Editing.

My creative side blossoms, and I’m ready to take on the world with just one glance at the crystal-clear ocean.

It refreshes me.

Rejuvenates me.

And even when it’s bad—like a daunting thunderstorm looming overhead—it’s still good.

It’s amazing that just one place can have such an effect on one person.

I want to grow old there. I want to waste away reading a gigantic book on the beach.

I want to say good night to a moon and its bright reflection over the black waters.

The last time I visited Pensacola, Florida, I fell in love.

All over again.